From this moment on (you, dear reader, must forgive the very nineties song reference), I'm going with 'fuck this'.
In more polite language, that would be "Let it Go", I think.
I've been thinking in the past month, among other things, about being, about emotional investments, about faith, about the way things don't quite turn out the way you expect them to. But, also about how finally, only the end of the world is the end of the world.
So maybe there won't be marriage,
Maybe there won't be sex,
But by god there will be dancing.
Fuck. Everything. Else.
*(Why so public if it is such a personal note then, you ask? Well, because one has to start somewhere, no? And I've decided that this is the next best thing to screaming atop a building.)
In more polite language, that would be "Let it Go", I think.
I've been thinking in the past month, among other things, about being, about emotional investments, about faith, about the way things don't quite turn out the way you expect them to. But, also about how finally, only the end of the world is the end of the world.
So maybe there won't be marriage,
Maybe there won't be sex,
But by god there will be dancing.
Fuck. Everything. Else.
*(Why so public if it is such a personal note then, you ask? Well, because one has to start somewhere, no? And I've decided that this is the next best thing to screaming atop a building.)
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